Letter From the Editor Don't Crop The Craft I did it. I caved. I’m now teaching photography lessons via zoom, and instagram, and facebook, and everything else underneath the sun, and I have mixed feelings on it all. For the past 2 months I’ve been taking text...
Letter From the Editor When I bought my first medium format camera, from PhotoCare in 2016, I'll never forget what my good friend Rich said... Use the right tool for the right job. Out of context the sentiment was nothing new, although this tool was going to cost me...
Letter From the Editor “But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks?It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou her maid art far more fair than she.” Or in other...
Letter From the Editor I still think the Beatles were right, Love truly is all you need, especially right now. With stimulus packages being disbursed, unemployment on the rise and the like, it’s kind of hard not to have money on the brain. And now that we’re...
Sophia Vastek Teacher's Lounge, January 2008. I'm 23, student teaching and preparing Masters audition prep in East Lansing Michigan. Having scraped together rent and gas, I was living on a prayer. Coffee to get me through the mornings at the High School, the...
Martha Guth It's Friday night and the grocery store is abuzz. Couples bickering with each other on what to eat, Grandma looking at the Heinz ketchup label trying to decide what's the best ounce option to price ratio, lonely bachelors wandering the isles wondering why...
Brendan Amoruso The phrase is Yacht Rock. About three years ago I’m blasting 70’s classic rock in the studio, Chicago’s classic Saturday in the Park to be exact, and we're styling the last bits before shooting some fashion line, and my 30 some year old...
I'm 16 years old and look over to my father on the other side of the pool table, “I’m going to be a music teacher.” His response was classic, "Aleks my Son nooo. You’re not going to make An-E Mahhhhhhne.” Then he asked, "What, you teach high school?" I nodded in the...
I'm 15 years old and marveling at the broguing on my new wingtips. As instructed, I went outside to scuff up the leather souls as to add traction and not fall on my face later that evening. As a young doubler in my teens, I was headed off to some sort of jazz gig. As...
Emily Iaquinta My model gives me a blank stare as if it to say, "Is that it?" Mother gives me a glance, and by Mother and I mean Russ, my right hand man. He gingerly pulls me a side to talk technical, but what he really is saying as he whispers into my ear, "Maybe we...
